A Tinge Of Cray Ray

Chapter 1

Kieran

With my folded arms against my chest, my jaw ticked momentarily. I'm ascertained even from a hundred miles anyone without nuts for brains would know that I don't want to be here.
Speaking of nuts for brains, There's that guy reclining in the posh lounger across me and taking occasional gulps from his snifter glass while a scantily dressed blondie sitting on his thighs whispered suggestively into his ears.
I shot him a seething glare.
" Kieran.." He slurred, his face gleaming with the seductive blue fluorescence of the room.
"...Lil bro, Always having a rod up your ass, we're here to have fun aren't we?"
Yep.
You got that right, This fucker named Kyle was my brother. You'd think that by now he would know that I despised the Lil in the bro.
See? Nuts for brains.
" I know that look. That shit screams you're fucking fired. Jokes on you, You're stuck with me for life bro.
Now be a good boy and reserve the glare for your employees." He said with a cheeky wink.
Dick.
Ugh! I hated that I couldn't fire him right now. There was a satisfaction that came with firing people. It had become a routine because I despised incompetent people.
I'm beginning to question my decision in allowing HR to manage all the company's recruitments.
" You're thinking about work again aren't you?" He asked with a mocking tone.
" Fuck off." I gritted out.
God I hate this guy.
" Relax man, Here bottoms up." He chuckled while refilling my glass to the brim with the crimson coloured poison.
Relax?
That's a foreign word and easy for him to say, without the dead weight responsibility of a company on his shoulders.
A responsibility that was meant to be his by the way, as the eldest which he relinquished in his words I quote 'I have envisioned a different path for myself.'
We were polar opposites, His idea of fun were luxurious trips around the world, wild parties, getting shit faced, a different woman on his bed every single night. Living life to the fullest he said.
Mine?... Well was work, work and more work. Not that I'm complaining, Work is my element.
The only thing that gave me a fucking hard-on.
There, I said it.
I cringed when I saw Kyle slurpily eating a grape straight out from blondie's mouth while grinding against each other.
" Hey! I'm right here. Do you mind not getting it on in my presence?" I fixed them with a deadpan.
Kyle only grinned sheepishly.
" You sure are relaxed, for someone who's  been involved in a recent sex scandal." I added.
" Tut Tut, little brother, I was just being spontaneous, it was all good fun." He shrugged.
The nerve of this guy...!
He never takes anything seriously!
" You had your dick swinging all over the internet!" I threw up my arms indignantly.
" For fuck's sake Kyle, think about the negative impact on our family's name. Do you know how much time and energy I wasted to cover up that blunder of yours? I've had just about enough on my plate right now!"
" Oh so that's what's got you grumpier than usual." He chuckled.
" They're all hypocrites, those reporters, We know they'd all like a taste of this huge chunk of manmeat...and that little peek was a treat." He smirked pointing at his crotch.
The blonde giggled shrilly, licking her red lips and tracing the outline of his  crotch with a ridiculously lengthy and sharp claw.
"I want a taste." She drawled.
"Of course you do. They all do."
Cocky bastard.
"He's always like this." Someone slurred.
I had even forgotten that we had another company, I face palmed.
Oh brother!
He swayed on his feet after returning from the gleaming window pane on the candelabra that overlooked the main event below.
The blinding flickering neon lights, the sweaty jam-packed bodies grinding against each other, the air stuffy with the  smell of cheap perfume, smoke and strong liquor. Definitely not my scene.
Even though it was muffled , I could feel the vibrations of the raging music under my feet.
"I still can't believe you invited him. The guy can barely handle his liquor."
Kyle cracked a grin after he resurfaced from wherever he had stuffed his stupid face in.
"There you go buddy." Kyle thumped the man's back and poured more liquor into his glass.
"Cheers."
"You see Kieran, sometimes you've got to treat your employees from time to time as an incentive. Take my advice..." He began.
"Sure I will and shove it down your throat and I don't know about treat, Just look at him."
I glared at the guy, snoring and drooling all over the cocktail glass table.
"He's always like this!" He suddenly yelped, pointing at me.
Kyle gaped amusingly.
"All day and night, I work my ass off. This-This bastard! It's all his fault!" He cried.
Da fuck?
The surrounding tables were now giving us curious glances.
"...and now eek!" He hiccupped.
"...She left meeeeee!" He bawled.
The man bawled. Like a baby, with the snot and all.
"There, there keep it together." Kyle comforted him, although the idiot was almost choking with laughter as he passed him a napkin.
I rolled my eyes in annoyance.
So he got dumped?
Big deal
This guy was Theodore Bolton, my secretary.
Somehow, Kyle had persuaded him to come with us, ignoring my protests.
Theodore trumpeted loudly into the napkin and the blondie flinched with disgust.
"She was angry that I kept cancelling our dates to work overtime....eek! and then came the last straw she broke up with me and it was because 'he' asked me t-to...eek! organize ten years worth of archives! Can you believe that?!" He hiccupped.
Kyle finally lost it and blew off with laughter, thrashing around and shoving off the blondie, who whined in protest.
An emotional drunk....Seriously...?
And he had a girlfriend?
Interesting....
Theodore wasn't that much of a looker. To think he had a girlfriend...
He was more on the geeky side but he was pretty competent. One of the few people I can actually stand in the office. I didn't know he had a problem with his workload, He never complained.
What I wasn't expecting was that I would one day accuse him of assault. Because the next minute, he was  lunging for me and grappling me by the collar, yelling 'It's all your fault' repeatedly.
"Whoa whoa whoa!" Kyle called, Scurrying up to yank him off me including some security men.
So he was a violent drunk too?
Noted.
Theodore released his grasp on me but his face looked funny.
No. No. Hell no!
Too late.
The idiot had emptied his guts all over me! It was as if time stopped.
"Bro...?" Kyle called. He didn't seem so amused anymore, more like cautious.
I realized that I had my fist in the air which I lowered with much effort.
My anger was still brewing but I settled for a menacing glare pointed at Bolton's passed out figure then  storming towards the men's room  and flinging off my soiled shirt on the way there. I kicked open the mensroom door.
That idiot...just earned himself an instant kiss-off and I'm going to enjoying doing it.
I stood shirtless in front of the mirror, as I washed and wiped off my face and hands, ignoring the people who couldn't mind their mother-fucking business.
I wanted to punch the mirror so damn bad. But he said I was getting better, I thought I was getting better.
Damn it!
A bathroom attendant came in a cheap spare shirt. I wouldn't wear this piece of garbage if I had a choice.
Note self to pack extra clothes when drinking with Kyle.
Soon, a clacking of heels resonated around the room making the men look up at the sound. I was too immerged in getting my anger in check to realize how out of place that sound was.
"Hey gorgeous, are you lost?" A man   rasped followed by a series of other gibberish I didn't get.
I felt a soft warm presence behind me and the soothing whiff of cherries and marshmallows. Before I could register what was going on, I was grabbed by the collar.
Ugh not again!
But it was different this time.
Something soft and glossy pressed against my lips, Slender arms made their way around my neck.
But I found myself instinctively pulling the pair of shapely hips closer, relishing the feel of it.
My heart rattled wildly against my  ribcage, For a while now I seemed to have forgotten there was something alive in there.
I opened my mouth and dived deeper into the fruity deliciousness that carried a hint of alcohol.
Soft hands glided smoothly into my scalp drawing a guttural groan out of me.
Oh shit!

There was this whirring in my head that drowned out all background noise  as I claimed her mouth. I felt drunk, drunk off her yet I craved more. There came a faint shutter before she pulled away and I saw her face for the first time and sucked in a breath.
Slightly disheveled, voluminous vivid red hair framed her rosy cheeks,
her hooded aquamarines blinked drowsily at me, Her slightly puckered lips luring me to have another go.

She flashed me a sheepish smile and a blush that caused a strange throbbing in my chest. Then she ran off, leaving me transfixed.
Several wolf whistles resonated in the mensroom pulling me out from my trance.
"Man that was hot!"
Then realization struck me like a lightning bolt.
Was I cured?

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